A Scandal Is Brewing

(I am 17 years old. I come home early from a party because there was a lot of drinking. It’s about 10pm.)

Me: “Mom, Dad, I’m home!”

(My parents’ heads peek over the back of the couch.)

Mom: “What are you doing home? I thought you were going to be gone until midnight!”

Me: *realizing that I have interrupted a tryst* “There was…beer. I came home and…are you guy’s doing it on the couch?”

Dad: “Yes! Now go be a teenager and drink some beer! Scram!”

Me: “Last time I decide to be responsible and not break any laws or my curfew.”

Parents: “That’s right!”